Post by lennon on Jun 30, 2009 22:55:53 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name • sydney wednesday lennon
nick names • syd, wednesday (his middle name)
age • twenty-two
grade • major (contemporary art); minor (arts communication)
hometown • toronto, ontario canada
sexuality • bisexual
member group • college student
character looks !
[/color][/center]height • 5'11''
hair • brown
eyes • dark green
play by • pete wentz
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes • hocolate, photography, writing poetry, soccer, music, dressing up, horror-flicks, surfing, kung fu, the color orange, jujitsu, having sex, tucker hats, japanese action flicks, snow, long flights,
dislikes • awkward silences, day time television, gossip, "5am", "maybe", drinking, smoking, alarm clocks, being late, uggs shoes
habits/quirks • usually is found fidgeting sometimes, is a rather compulsive planner, takes his time in everything and can come off as cautious on everything
fears • fear of hospitals, fear of not completing college, fear of being stared at awkwardly
dreams • to complete college, to become a successful soccer player
secrets • he slept with his dad's boss when he was eighteen, they had a relationship over two years long until he almost got discovered.
overall • when it comes to personality, there’s a lot that could be said for brandon. for starters there’s always been this outgoing nature of his, if he isn’t having fun he isn’t happy. but he’s always going out of his way to have fun. for example, he’s known to try to make people laugh, being known for a unrivaled sense of humor amongst his friends. always there to be the supposed pick me up for anybody. still he’s more down-to-earth and very broad minded when it comes to social interacting, he’s a socially accepting person, if you come with a good conversation and a cup of coffee he’s down for anything. he treats his body like a temple, never putting anything along the lines of drugs or drinking into it---he’s dabbled over the years, but made the primate choice around his twenty-first birthday…his favorite sport is soccer, picking the ball up as a young child he didn’t really care much for anything else athletic aside from that. he practices often, leaving little time to be social but he finds ways around time constraints being a very up-to-date person. if anything, he’s smooth and calculating always thinking a few steps ahead of anybody but remaining docile about it…
then there’s his nature towards family and friends, he’s known as the ‘centerpiece’ to most of his relationships due to how strong-willed and overall fun to be around that he is…he’s mostly quite, catching the end of jokes, sometimes being apart of them but he’s always deep in thought apparently noticing and enjoying his family and friends. again he’s more low key around them, seeing them as the highlight of his life. he’d definitely go out of his way to do anything for them, seeing them as a necessity in life. still, not everybody has this outlook on friends and family share the same sentiment…he does get annoyed with them ever so often, he’s human. more or less he’s happier with them then he is annoyed, or even angry at them.
being human he does get angry, known for a anger management problem, over the years since he was a kid he’s learned to deal with it. it isn’t as major as it was back then, considering how angry he use to be. he doesn’t employ any anger towards anybody physically, he might jab them around verbally but even at that he’s more quite. you might even see him grit his teeth every now and again. he’s extremely well tempered, it doesn’t take a lot to make him angry but he’s quick to subdue what little anger he has in him. he’s known for blowing off steam in various ways, he might write, have a conversation or go get some air…more then anything, going to get some air because he’s trying to save them the trouble and the sense of spilled words over nothing.
if anything he really thinks of himself as being contemporary, out going and a visionary his quick wit and well equipped with a means-well kind of spirit, as far as his score with the opposite sex he finds himself at a draw—they can’t over power him, but at the same time he can’t understand them entirely, but for one thing he’s learning something new every day.
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • ashley lennon; 45; doctor
father • joseph lennon; 48; art dealer (former lawyer)
siblings • n/a
pets • n/a
other family • jethro lennon; 82; retired
overall • growing up is always tough, whoever said it wasn’t was lying straight to you’re face. growing up for brandon wasn’t that bad, it had it’s ups and it’s downs but he always seemed to do better when he was facing up, looking at adversity more then staring down it. at best, at a young age he was doing his better living as a child. his parents cared for him from day one, being an only child they were certainly obligated to do so…but being an only child wasn’t always easy, it wasn’t the dream that everybody thought it was. as an only child most children have to fend for themselves, while they weren’t totally out of the picture they seemed to do a lot of working to bring home an income so he couldn’t be mad when they missed a few soccer games here or there or they couldn’t show up. still there was an instilled sense of pressure against him to do good, to do better…
as a child growing up with semi-privileged up brining, you couldn’t ask for more from parents who would want him to succeed. he did it all, piano lessons, kung fu lessons, and anything and everything in-between. it wasn’t until he was in middle school he started drifting away, going to an all boy’s private school didn’t help matters he began exploring himself as a person and noticed all the things that made him ‘privileged’ didn’t really matter in the real world so he started focusing on school and his favorite sport soccer. he was living up to expectations for sure when he was doing most of his better scoring, and participating knowing that maybe one day he’d do something more: trying…to become a soccer player at his young age. there always times were he thought he wasn’t good enough or that he couldn’t cut it…throughout private school he doubted himself, but kept it together and passed through getting a chance to go to the private school’s minicamps before he headed back to canada for high school...
heading back to canada wasn’t hard, it was easily the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him…four years of boarding school made him unhappy, so being home to sleep in his own bed and getting to know all his own friends again felt good…it was a great change of place. attending a local public school made him feel humane for the first time in his life, he would go on to cruise through the first two years of school happily. his junior year was spent more and more trying to figure out who he was, one person couldn’t totally figure themselves out in for years and you learned something new about yourself every day, it’s a known fact. junior year approached and met a girl, but knowing his luck with girls he didn’t really find much time for her, she was off doing dance and he was stuck playing soccer, it wasn’t a match made in heaven but they seemed to collaborate as a ‘couple’ more often as time drew on.
his senior year was a wreck, that summer when he was about to graduate he was out with a few friends celebrating…they were all underage and were drinking, a fight broke out and they ran from the cops who were called. with him intoxicated and driving as a getaway, they crashed the car and were apprehended. hours later they were released on bail, by his father’s one time boss before he became partner of the firm. they began a relationship that lasted into his second year of college, but broke it off after the firm itself had relinquished her from the board of directors his father almost lost his job in spite of him. but that blew over, his father and him have a strained weaning relationship and it appears that maybe they’d compensate each other one day, to forgive and forget.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • brandon
your age • 22
roleplaying experience • 7 years
how you found us • through an add
roleplay sample •
Living in Greece was fine, well…fine as you could make it. That’s the thought that ran throughout Brandon’s head all day; he was somewhat lonesome, having only soccer to fall back on. Seriously, he hadn’t remembered a day without having something to fall back on. It was human nature, you resort to what you’re best at in a time of need…it was a shitty time of need but more then anything he needed friends, someone who, he, himself could depend on in his time on need. Now it wasn’t a dire situation or anything, it was just the idea that in two-years of attended this university and he hadn’t spoken to anybody, let alone carried on a conversation. Then again, who was he? Some non-native, a gajin if they were anywhere near the Asian-pacific end of the sea. But that didn’t stop him from thinking the worse, who would want someone from Canada that’s the ugly sister to America? Better yet who would want to befriend an American? Those were only a few negative glimpses inside his head; he was cynical and very critical of himself and his up brining.
Right about now he was just traveling the campus side, getting a good look at the place for once not totally seeing everything in a two-year stint that sucked, but you made the experience enjoyable yourself…so venturing around was his best bet, with a free period in-between there and his next boring class “Astronomy…” how crude, how was someone who was good at sports (slightly…) was suppose to learn about something he didn’t really consider all that important? But that was him, his thoughts were way to linear for any deep or sliver lining at the moment. Sporting track pants, a nice over-sized transformers hoody, and a gift of gab (well…not a gift, more like a sense of humor that might’ve come off as being smart…yeah that’s it…) he was further armed with his book bag, although his armory almost contained what could’ve been feasible by the local college student, if they were paying attention else where. Everybody here seemed so serious, so focused on the goal ahead—meanwhile his head’s were in the clouds, wondering about how much time he had left before someone knocked him senseless.
With each foot he peeled ahead forward, walking at a moderate pace…just taking in how nice the trees were, how the air was fair and how the sounds of the ocean couldn’t be that far off, he could hear them. If anything he could also hear the surrounding sounds of conversations, nothing major, bits and pieces of thing being said back and forth as if they mattered…not that they did, he wasn’t apart of the conversation to begin with so they were rendered…mostly…useless. He went passed quick as a breath, looking at the main walk way there were trails breaking off into each common area, rails were for safety and he saw natives skateboarding off them like you would any other major part of the world…U.S…Canada didn’t matter Skateboarding was a universal language apparently, one he never knew existed outside of Canada until now, boy he was late sometimes. He felt like he was just an intruder, behind enemy lines and he could have curled up, retreating down the hill back into the rock formation he crawled out from underneath…
That’s until he wasn’t paying much attention, not watching where he was going in the first place…he bumped into someone right off the bat…he didn’t mean it, so he decided o take the high road: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that…” He uttered, mostly out of respect and slight contempt that someone might notice and call attention to him being rude. He wasn’t a rude person, but sometimes behind in your own little world you came off as such. Looking up and then down, noticing he dropped his book, he picked it up trying to recover from sheer embarrassment (not that he cared or anything…) “Totally rude of me, I didn’t ask…are you ok?” He asked, his mannerisms were a bit nervous because he didn’t want to a) cause a scene… b) get into it with someone on campus that was the worse. He was a witness to it before, foreign languages could do wonders for people who didn’t speak native tongue, if they knew what took place maybe they’d leave school or something even more drastic…
Right about now he was just traveling the campus side, getting a good look at the place for once not totally seeing everything in a two-year stint that sucked, but you made the experience enjoyable yourself…so venturing around was his best bet, with a free period in-between there and his next boring class “Astronomy…” how crude, how was someone who was good at sports (slightly…) was suppose to learn about something he didn’t really consider all that important? But that was him, his thoughts were way to linear for any deep or sliver lining at the moment. Sporting track pants, a nice over-sized transformers hoody, and a gift of gab (well…not a gift, more like a sense of humor that might’ve come off as being smart…yeah that’s it…) he was further armed with his book bag, although his armory almost contained what could’ve been feasible by the local college student, if they were paying attention else where. Everybody here seemed so serious, so focused on the goal ahead—meanwhile his head’s were in the clouds, wondering about how much time he had left before someone knocked him senseless.
With each foot he peeled ahead forward, walking at a moderate pace…just taking in how nice the trees were, how the air was fair and how the sounds of the ocean couldn’t be that far off, he could hear them. If anything he could also hear the surrounding sounds of conversations, nothing major, bits and pieces of thing being said back and forth as if they mattered…not that they did, he wasn’t apart of the conversation to begin with so they were rendered…mostly…useless. He went passed quick as a breath, looking at the main walk way there were trails breaking off into each common area, rails were for safety and he saw natives skateboarding off them like you would any other major part of the world…U.S…Canada didn’t matter Skateboarding was a universal language apparently, one he never knew existed outside of Canada until now, boy he was late sometimes. He felt like he was just an intruder, behind enemy lines and he could have curled up, retreating down the hill back into the rock formation he crawled out from underneath…
That’s until he wasn’t paying much attention, not watching where he was going in the first place…he bumped into someone right off the bat…he didn’t mean it, so he decided o take the high road: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that…” He uttered, mostly out of respect and slight contempt that someone might notice and call attention to him being rude. He wasn’t a rude person, but sometimes behind in your own little world you came off as such. Looking up and then down, noticing he dropped his book, he picked it up trying to recover from sheer embarrassment (not that he cared or anything…) “Totally rude of me, I didn’t ask…are you ok?” He asked, his mannerisms were a bit nervous because he didn’t want to a) cause a scene… b) get into it with someone on campus that was the worse. He was a witness to it before, foreign languages could do wonders for people who didn’t speak native tongue, if they knew what took place maybe they’d leave school or something even more drastic…
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